Dear Jesus: Today you changed the world. You were bruised and beaten, ridiculed and despised when the only words from our lips were "Crucify." We did nothing, but You, in your unfailing love and never-ending mercies, did everything. You died today that we might live.
Dear Grahm: Nothing says "We're a fun married couple" like going to bed at 930. Oh man, it was all kinds of glorious. My buns are still rejoicing. Thanks babe for having such a great idea this week. Move over, Jamba Juice. I'm wondering what our outfits will look like? Coconut bra for you, skirt of banana peels for me?